Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Months can go without writing on a blog it seems. In my case anyway. I used to do it more. I've been spending time consumed with traveling, working, writing another book, scripts and short stories so I almost forgot that I actually had a blog, until somebody kindly reminded me. Although I'm not sure of the blog's purpose anymore.

Figured that I should post something though, to keep the spirit of the blog alive, it was what encouraged me to finish my first book, Kingdom of Scars, after all. So I've been asked recently on a few occasions to put up some more stuff. I contemplated something more important, commentaries with my opinion on certain events, but in the end decided to put a poem I wrote a little bit ago. I get asked about poetry, and its liberating to put stuff up here. If you don't like it I'll probably cry a little bit and then forget about it. Or something.

Anyway, another poem. About stuff.

"In the act of it."

He wore his body well.

Like he was always supposed

to be that size.

Strong, heavy, gnarled.

A boxer who was

never supposed to be young.

Curling his lips upwards

into a playful smirk

he never stopped

jesting.

Maybe he was afraid

to be boring.

His eyes were always moving

taking in everything

but noticing nothing.

It was his world

that he existed within

and anybody else was circumstantial.

I grabbed him once.

Felt the surprising strength

hidden beneath his

flesh.

He was a big man

with hard uncertain movements.

The lights shone,

reflecting the self importance

in his eyes.

Camera rolled, and

his bulk desired complete ownership

of the room.

'ARRRRGH'.

He roared. Guttural.

He wanted the world to shake.

In his head it probably did.

But it was like anything else,

it was just was and then it wasn't.

The actor's lot

in fraught with contradictions,

the fear of being forgotten,

the desire to be loved

for nothing real.

A waif of time.

Watching him I considered

myself.

Was I the same?

Probably.

Did it matter?

I was silent upon myself.

Then I stood out of the

chair.

Embraced the lights,

and screamed my own

guttural roar,

expecting somebody to care.

My debut novel Kingdom of Scars available now in Ireland, and on amazon and Poolbeg websites with USA and UK release later this year.

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Things about me

A misunderstood misanthropic actor/film maker/writer type who probably has a greater sense of self worth than he should whilst simultaneously having a deep sense of self loathing, coupled with an optimism for the future and a paradoxical senseless love for humanity.